Date: Sat, 7 May 2022 16:14:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Owning a Campground - Chapter Six This is the final chapter about a middle aged man who had moved to a campground to rekindle fond memories from his childhood and found a new lease on life, changing him forever with the help of two horny teenagers and the crusty old owner of the campground. Owning a campground Chapter Six We all froze in our tracks when Nick's dad told us Hank had a heart attack and was taken to Delaney Medical Center in the ambulance. "Was he conscious? How severe was the heart attack?" I fired away at Mr. Campbell. "He never lost consciousness. He had a tightness in his chest that developed in a crushing pain and he was having trouble breathing. He sat down in his chair in the office and called 911 right away. The ambulance was here in no time. The paramedics said it wasn't as bad as some they had seen but they started an IV and treatment and transported him. That's all I know so far," he told us. "Ok. I know where Delaney is. I'm going there right now and see how he is doing. Can you handle things here for a little while, Fred?" as I started towards the parking lot. "Sure, no worries. It's a quiet afternoon anyway. Let's exchange phone numbers and I'll call if I have any problem. You give me a call when you get there and let me know how he's doing." "Of course." "Randy, can I come along?" Mike asked. "Me too, if it's all right with you, dad?" "Both of you can come. Lets get going." I waved them to follow me. We got to the medical center in record time, considering speed limits were only a suggestion in an emergency like this. I pulled up right in front and told Mike to park my car. "I don't have a license yet," he protested. "By the power vested in me by the Lazy River Campground, you are hereby authorized to park my car," and inside I ran. I asked for Hank at the reception desk. "And you are? Only immediate family can see him right now. " The nurse asked. "I'm his brother. He was brought in recently with a suspected heart attack," I managed to get out in between breaths. "And your name?" as she got out her visitors log. "Randy Sheldon," not thinking that my last name was different. She looked over her glasses at me then wrote my name down. "And who is this boy with you, his son? His name?" Nick made the same mistake I did, I guess both of us being totally honest. "Nick Campbell, ma'am." Mike came running through the front door. "Any word yet?" "And this young man? Another son? Name, please." She looked very dubious at all of us now. "Mike, ah sorry, Michael Miller, ma'am." "Wow, Mr Cooper has quite the extended family, all with different names. I take it you're all from the campground?" "Yes, we really need to see him and see how he is doing, please," I pleaded with her, giving her my best 'Awe shucks' kind of innocent smile. "I really shouldn't but seeing as how you and the boys risked charges of perjury, I guess I'll make an exception this one time," she relented. "Perjury?!?" Nick exclaimed. "Yes, honey, perjury. It's a federal offense to give false information to a medical facility. I could have you locked up for five years for this. But I camp over there a lot and Hank said the three of you might be coming by. Go ahead in, second door on the left," she instructed us, giving me a wink as we passed he by. I slowly opened the door and saw Hank in bed with more wires and monitors hooked up to him than my car when it went in for check engine light. The doctor and a nurse were with him so I was going to close the door and wait until they were done. "Randy, come on in," Hank waved to us. "We'll wait until the doctor is finished," said quietly. "Oh, please do come in, I need some reinforcements," the doctor said over his shoulder. I held the door and all three of us walked in and stood at the back of the room. "Damn, It's a good thing the ambulance didn't stop at any red lights, you three would have beaten it here. How was the swimming hole?" he chuckled. "The heck with the swimming hole, how are you?" I asked Hank but then turned to the doctor. "Doc?" "He had a very mild heart attack. I recommended we transfer him to Mercy Hospital to have a stent inserted into his right artery to prevent another and possibly much more serious issue. He's not on board with that at all so at the very least we're going to keep him here a few days to monitor his condition," the doctor reported. "And try and convince me to have a procedure done that I don't need," Hank snorted. "Hank," Mike began, "Remember last spring when you and I had to go up the river and clear out a beaver dam that was clogging the river. You said the lack of water flow would eventually kill the river and everything in it. Same here. Some tiny little beavers have built a dam in one of the rivers in your body that carried your blood. If it doesn't get unclogged it will kill the river, and you as well." Mike came over and took Hank's hand and squeezed it hard. "So you damn well better get done anything the doctor says and not leave me alone with these two goof balls." Hank pulled Mike in for a hug, holding it for longer than usual. When he let go, his eyes were red and watered. "Mike, there is no way I'm leaving you, or any of you, on your own. My campground would be a disaster in less then a week." A round of laughter broke out. "Tell me what you want me to do, doc, I'm all yours. Now get out of here and let me get some rest." "Young man, would like a job here shaming patients into having the procedures they need but don't want?" the doctor asked Mike. "No thanks. One cranky old grump is enough for me," Mike replied and gave Hank another quick hug. The doctor left the room after explaining that Hank would be here for a few days and then over to Mercy Hospital for the procedure. A couple weeks all in all. I walked up to Hank's bedside before we left. "Hank, I'm going to take my vacation weeks and between the three of us we'll keep the camp afloat until you're back. Don't worry about anything else, just concentrate of your recovery." I told him. "I know you'll all do a great job. Couldn't do any worse than when I first started. Take my cell phone so I won't be tempted to call every ten minutes to check up on you. Keep it with you, that is the number of the office door if someone needs something. Thanks and good luck." "Good luck to you as well. We'll keep in touch and keep you up to date on everything." I promised him. We left the medical center and walked to my car. It was parked crooked and took up two spaces. "Is this the best you could do," I asked Mike kiddingly. "Hey pal, this ain't no freaking golf cart you know." "That's it. By the powers vested in me by the Lazy River Campground your driving privileges are hereby revoked. Give me the keys." I commanded. I called Fred and told him about Hank's prognosis and what the doctor had planned. The boys and I talked about how we'd divide up the different tasks to run the campground smoothly. I explained it all to Fred when we got back. He was sorry he couldn't help, he had some very important meeting at work this coming week. But was glad that Nick has already volunteered to help. "If there is anything I can do from a distance, just say the word," Fred offered. "I think we'll be all set, said no one but a fool," I laughed. "As long as I can keep Mike and Randy in line, dad, we'll be fine," Nick pitched in. "Good luck, Randy, you're going to need it with this wise mouth on your team," rubbing Nick's head and smiling. We ordered pizza for supper so we could keep working on our plan and division of labor. We called it a night early so we could get a good start in the morning. Fred stayed in the office all afternoon and evening up until 8:00 to check in and out campers. Showers were in order so Mike got Hank's hot water key while Nick and I went to get our towels and such. When Nick and I got to the shower house, we didn't see Mike and figured he wasn't here yet. "Hey Randy, is that you?" Mike's voice came from behind the storage area. "Yeah, where are you?" "Come around the other side to the end of the toilet stalls and there is a large handicap shower tucked in at the end." Nick and I went around and found the handicap shower. It has huge, compared to the others. It had to be big enough for a wheel chair and potentially a helper. "Figured this way we could save water and all shower at the same time," Mike justified his choice. "There are no handicap people in camp this week so it's all ours." "And saving water was your only reason for all of us to shower together?" I probed him. "Stop asking questions and start soaping up," he replied. We started by soaping up ourselves but it wasn't long before there were all six hands all over every soapy inch of our bodies. Nick had me bend down and shampooed my hair. I had never had anyone do my hair before but it was very erotic. Or maybe because as I looked down I had a really close up view of his hard cock, just inches away from my face. It was too soapy to even think about putting it in my mouth, but the view was enough for me for now. While I was bent over getting my hair washed, Mike came up behind me and washed my ass, up and down my crack and then stopping at my hole. "Got to be clean, inside and out," as he pushed a soapy finger inside me. I was getting spit roasted in a way but I was definitely getting my brain fried. I know Nick went crazy when Mike played with his ass but I thought that was just a youthful thing. I had no idea an old guy like me could be excited by ass play. Mike pulled out and finished washing down my legs and in the backside of my crotch. I stood up and had Nick bend over to wash his hair while Mike went around and washed Nick's ass, deep cleaning his hole. As Nick stood up we all gathered in a group hug, rubbing our stiff cocks and soapy bodies together. There seemed something more to this than just three naked guys groping each other in the shower. Somehow we had developed a bond working together over plans to run the campground in Hank's absence. Maybe I was wishing we had bonded and but were just three horny guys. But then Mike leaned over and kissed me deep with lots of tongue. I heard Nick moan and I looked over towards him and he had his eyes closed and rubbing up against us, smiling and moaning quietly. Mike pulled back and went to kissing Nick same as he had done with me. I continued to run my hands over each of their backs, watching them make out. Then it was Nick's turn to put his mouth to mine. We kept switching back and forth from one to another until we were starting to get wrinkles from being in the hot water so long. "I think we better get out before we look like prunes," I suggested. "Okay," agreed Mike. "But first, remember when we were kids, Nick and I do but Randy might not remember that long ago," I slapped him on his wet bare ass. "When we got out of the tub our mother's used to always inspect behind our ears to make sure we washed there?" "Every time," Nick added. "It's inspection time to make sure everything is clean. You're first Randy, bend over and lean against the wall." "No more finger, at least not until you trim your finger nails," I objected. "Just bend over and get inspected." Mike said in a firm voice, once again in control of the situation. I bent over and put my hands against the wall. Mike got behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He said no fingers so I wasn't sure what he was up to. I found out right soon. He put his face between my cheeks and stuck his tongue out and pushed it on my hole. He licked it up and down a few times and then pulled back "Its not clean until its clean enough to eat!" and went back to licking my hole. Pushing against it trying to get it inside. I puckered it in and out a few times and heard Mike moan. "Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about," and keep licking like he had a $10 ice cream cone in front of him that was melting. It was actually me that was melting. His tongue felt so warm and smooth compared to his rough finger and sharp nails. It was firm as he pointed it and tried to push in and soft when he lapped at me up and down. I wondered if this is how a cock felt back there, both soft and firm at the same time. I knew I wasn't ready to be fucked but damn, it wouldn't have taken too much more to have me give Mike the go ahead. Mike stopped what he was doing and turned his head around. Nick was behind him as Mike had bent over to do my ass and Nick was playing with Mike's ass. He lowered his head and stuck his tongue out and put it to Mike's ass. "See how you like it, buddy," Nick said as he proceeded to give Mike the same ass licking, literally. "Oh fuck, I like it, I like it! Hell no, I fucking love it!" as Mike dove back to my ass. The more Nick worked on Mike, the more Mike worked on me. Nick reached between Mike's legs and grabbed his cock to stroke it while he was eating his ass. Mike moaned and did the same to me. Mike and I were so worked up by the ass eating it only took about 30 seconds for us to blow our load. I felt bad that Nick hadn't gotten off yet so I stayed bent over and asked him if he wanted to show Mike how he crotch fucked me. "Let do this, " as he soaped up his cock and my crotch. I squeezed my legs together and Nick pushed his cock in between them. "See Mike, no penetration. Nobody looses his cherry this way. Almost as good as the real thing, though." Nick pulled one of my cheeks to one side so Mike could see my hole not being fucked. "Damn, that's clever. I'll have to try that some time." The way we were standing and the angle of Nick's cock he was once again actually pushing against my hole now and then. Mike had my ass so worked up from the licking he gave me it seemed like there was a little man standing next to it with a green flag ready to wave it and give Nick's cock the start signal. I flexed my sphincter muscle in and out a few times and timed it perfectly so I was pushing out when Nick's cock was pushing against me. I felt the tip slide in just a little and then back out. The next time he thrust, I pushed my muscles out and also pushed my body back slightly. This time he went in a little further and it stayed in. I yelped a little at the pain. "Are you alright, Randy? What the matter?" Nick asked with concern in his voice. I don't think he had any idea he had actually penetrated my hole and was still inside me. "Just a leg cramp from trying to hold you so tight. It will go away in a minute, just stay still, okay?" "Sure, let me know when it feels better." Maybe he did know he was in there, waiting for me to overcome the pain of my, ahem, leg cramp. I gave him the okay and he went back to fucking my crotch. He pushed deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust. Mike had left to get his towel. He came back and stood at the door and watched. "Hell, that's looks like the real thing Does it feel like the real thing?" he asked. "How would I know, I've never fucked a guy before. But I do know this feels sweet," as he continued to pump. His breathing sped up and I knew he was close. If he came inside me, Mike would know what we did. Nick's cum would dribble out of my ass when he pulled out, or if it stayed in me it wouldn't be running down my legs. Nick realized this too. Just as he was climaxing he pulled back to make a deep thrust and let his cock slip out of me, then moved his hips so his return thrust pushed his cock deep between my legs, shooting his cum on my balls and down my legs. "And that is how you crotch fuck a guy," as Nick washed off his cock and I washed off my legs. Mike walked out of the shower first to go and turn off the hot water. Nick put his arm around me and kissed my cheek. "I don't know how to thank you. That was the best ever! Me giving the first ass fucking makes up for Mike giving the first blow job. I owe you the next one." "Shhh, Mike can never know what we actually did. It's our secret," I told him. We dried off and went to our respective beds, Nick in hi trailer, Mike in the bedroom off the back of the office and me in my tent. I had almost fallen asleep when I heard Mike's voice outside the tent. "Randy, are you still awake?" "Yes, partner, what's wrong?" "Can I come in? No sex, I'll behave." "Come on in," as he unzipped the flap and came in. "I wouldn't object to some sex if you two hadn't worn me out earlier. So what's up?" "I can't sleep and I know I sound like a baby but I'm lonely and I miss Hank." "I miss him too. It's perfectly natural. You want to sleep here tonight?" "If I could. I would love to have someone to cuddle up with and Nick is in his trailer with his family." "So I'm your second choice?" I teased him. "Yeah, Nick would've have been up for some more sex, even after he butt fucked you," he teased back. "Crotch fucked me, you mean," "I mean butt fucked you. I'm not idiot. I know half way through he was inside you. But don't tell Nick I know. It makes up for me giving you our first blow job." I had to laugh at both of them protecting the other one's feelings. These two are something special. "I won't tell anyone anything ever. Except how much you both mean to me." Mike cuddled up to me and we kissed and then he rolled over and we spooned. Had I confessed to Mike that I had feelings for them? This was supposed to be just recreational sex, nothing more. I didn't care that they had feeling for each other, but I wasn't sure how I would fit in. Or if I should fit in at all. We had fallen asleep and another voice at the door. "Randy, are you asleep?" "Come on in Nick, you're welcome to sleep here tonight too," as I nudged Mike to wake him. Nick unzipped the flap and came in the tent. He looked at Mike on my air mattress with me and questioned me. "What's he doing here?" "The same as you I presume. No sex, just lonely and looking for some place to snuggle. Climb aboard." Nick undressed so he was naked like Mike and I and got on the mattress on my side. Again I was sandwiched between two hot naked studs. But this was platonic. Nick pulled my head back and gave me a kiss. "Thanks, Mike and I are so glad you came into our lives." Mike spoke up. "Yes we are. Now Nick, give me a fucking kiss and go to sleep Randy is going to have us up early in the morning and going hard all day." "Ok Mike," as he leaned over me to kiss Mike good night. We may be working hard all day tomorrow but I hope we're not hard all night. I know I am after Nick leaned his bare body over me to kiss Mike. Mike pushed his tender ass cheeks back against my hard cock, nuzzling himself tight to me. Nick had gotten hard as well and moved up close so his cock was pressing against my ass. "Feels right at home," he whispered in my ear. "And tomorrow night we sleep facing the other wall," Mike whispered back. Did that imply what I thought it did? . The next morning Mike was the first one awake. He rolled on his back and shook me gently to wake me. I opened my eyes and smiled, remembering whom I was sleeping with. Mike leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "No tongue, morning mouth," he giggled as he rolled off the mattress. I rolled over to wake Nick and found him already awake. "It's about time you woke up old man." He gave me a quick kiss," I heard, no tongue, morning mouth," and laughed as he rolled off the other side of the mattress. They both were semi chubbed up and looked down at their cocks. :"No time this morning, hopefully later," Mike said to his cock. "Same for me, buddy," Nick spoke to his manhood. I got up and was totally flaccid. "No urge this morning, damn well better be later," as I spoke my words of wisdom, sparking laughter from both boys. " No worries Randy, it's like that old saying, where there's a willy, there's a way . . . at the end of the day," Mike recited. "I'm not familiar with that particular one but I'll take your word for it." I made myself some breakfast and Mike and Nick went for theirs. We were getting a good start on our first day at the helm. Nick's mother and father passed us as they were driving off to work. "Nick, we made arrangements with the Jefferson's to keep an eye on your sister this week so you can do what you have to do around here. She is going to be playing with their daughter but if you could just check on here a couple of times it would be great. Randy, good luck today. If you need anything when we come home tonight, just call. Keep me updated on Hank." "Will do. And thanks so much for covering yesterday. That was a big help." The task lists we made out last night were looked over and we started on our day. I was in charge of most of the office work and the boys handled most of the tasks outside in the campground. All the vendors I talked with through the day wanted me to pass on their get well wishes to Hank. The campers all voiced their concern and well wishes for Hank. Mrs. Simpson on site #15 send over a batch of the most delicious home made cookies for us and Nick Mom had made a big pan of her bread pudding and had it in the refrigerator for us. I called the medical center around mid morning to check on Hank. "He resting but not comfortably at all," the nurse reported. "Oh, is he in pain?" "No, more like he IS a pain. Wants me to call every 5 minutes to check and see how things are going. Wants to know if you've called with any question or problems. He's the only heart patient we've ever had that we've seriously considered sedating," she vented. "Tell him I called and everything is going smooth as silk. So he knows it's really me, tell him Mrs. Simpson dropped off some of her chocolate chip cookies, Nick mom made a pan of bread pudding and Nick's dad wanted to know if he wanted a bottle of his dandelion wine for the staff. He'll know it's me for sure. I'll check in tomorrow." I chuckled to myself, thankful I wasn't in their white shoes. Hank was always on the move around here and not one to be stuck in bed all day. The end of the day was approaching and it was a success. All except for one teeny tiny little thing we all forgot. I can do bank deposits of cash checks and credit card receipts but I have no way of paying bills or deliveries of supplies that came COD. I was going to have to ask Hank about this tomorrow. I was about to lock up the office for the day when a gentleman in an expensive suit came in the door. Not your typical camper. "Can I help you?" "I'm looking for Randy Sheldon," he announced. "You've found him." "Excellent. Can I see some ID please?" he asked. Great, now my ex-wife is sending lawyers after me for something. Or he's with some government agency here to shut us down because I forgot to take care of some license or some bull shit thing. "And who might you be that is asking for my ID?" I threw back at him. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I though Hank would have called you. I'm Mr Prendergast from the bank. Hank called me this morning to ask me to come over to get your signature on an authorized user card for the checking and savings accounts for the campground. Here are my credentials," as he showed me his drivers license and a business card from the bank. "You must be someone really special to him. I've been advising him ever since his wife passed to get another signer on his accounts in case something like this happened. He always refused, said he didn't trust anyone but his wife to have access to his money. Are you a relative?" "No, just a camper looking for an oasis and found it here with Hank recently." "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry. Your personal life is none of my business." What the hell was he talking about? "We're not a couple, if that's what you're implying. Just a couple of lonely people who got thrown together by fate." I explained. "How many seasons have you been camping here?" he kept up the third degree. "Let me see, it's been two, no three weeks now." "Three weeks and you're running his campground and now you're going to have control of his money? I've known Hank for going on thirty years and this is so out of character for him." "Look, if you think I'm scamming him or trying to swindle him, I can understand. If you'd prefer I can bring you a pile of bills and paid receipts and you can disperse the funds. That would be one less thing I have to deal with." "No, I have no authority, no wish to override Hank's instructions. Sign this and I'll have your name on his accounts by tomorrow morning." "Fine. Would you like to stop by at the end of each day to check on his account?" I offered. "No, Hank is a pretty shrewd judge of character so if he trusts you, that's good enough for me." Problem solved. We had preordered some take out to be delivered. It showed up right on time. We ate and then it was shower time again. Mike got the hot water key and we all went to the same handicap shower. There were other people in the showers so we decided just washing, no screwing around tonight. I was heading back to my tent when Mike and Nick both stood outside the shower house instead of going to their beds. I looked at them and smiled. "What the fuck, do you need an engraved invitation or are you going to come wake me up in the middle of the night again?" I poked them. "If you put it that way, last guy to the tent sleeps in the middle . . . again." Mike called out as he and Nick took off running. I was fine with that, I kind of liked the middle. It was cozy. We got in bed and settled down for the night. I was on my back and got long wet sloppy good night kisses from Nick and Mike. Then I rolled on my side facing Nick and snuggled up to him and Mike snuggled up to my backside. By now of course we were all stiff. "I want to try that crotch fucking thing you and Nick do," Mike whispered softly. "Maybe later, I'm tired and want to sleep," I begged off. He sighed but didn't press the issue. Not until the middle of the night when I woke to feel his stiff cock sliding up and down my ass crack, slippery from his precum. "Sorry didn't mean to wake you," he apologized. "What, you were going to fuck me in my sleep? How was that working for you?" Maybe the first night was okay sleeping together but maybe we should sleep alone to get enough rest to get through the next day. Nick was awake first and left the tent. He said he had to go talk to his father. He came back ten minutes later and said his father was coming over to talk to me so we better get dressed. Nick's dad showed up just as we were finished dressing and coming out of the tent. "Sorry to hit you up this early in the morning but I have a huge favor to ask you. I told you I was in negotiations with a company similar to mine on the West Coast. They want me to fly out for a week so we can talk face to face. They invited the whole family but Nick says he doesn't want to go and leave you and Mike to handle everything by yourselves. I'm okay with him staying here but I have to ask if I can leave him in your care. He's with you most of the day anyway so it would only mean sleeping with you now as well. What do you think?" He wants me to sleep with his son? Or was he speaking in generic terms. Hell yes, I'd sleep with his son with his permission. I'm doing it now, he just doesn't know. Or does he? "Nick is an important part of running this campground right now and I'm glad both you and he acknowledge that. It would be no bother to watch over him all the time you are gone." I accepted. Mike mumbled something standing behind me that sounded vaguely like, 'and suck him and fuck him and use him 24/7' but he said it so quietly under his breath I might have just been imagining what he said. "You have no idea how much this means to me, It takes a burden off my mind. I know he'll be in good hands while we're away," his father said as he shook my hand and walked away. "Yeah, good hands all right," Mike burst out laughing while making the universal sign for jerking off. That night I felt more at ease with the boys sleeping in my tent now that Nick's family had left. No one would come to my tent uninvited and discover us all inside in bed together and naked. I felt so at ease I didn't even flinch when Mike moved in against me and pressed his boner against my ass. I pushed back slightly and let him put himself up to my hole as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. "Are you sure this is okay?" he asked. "It's okay with me but maybe you should be asking Nick." "I enjoyed you so now it can be Mike's turn," Nick said over his shoulder as he lay up against the front of me, my cock in his crack. "I was warned about being in between the two of you. I should have listened," I giggled. "Are you in between or will you be inside?" Nick asked slyly as he pushed back to me. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, Nick?" making sure he wanted me to take him to the next level. "I'm saying let's get this show on the road so we can all get to sleep." "I've never heard it put in such a romantic way," as Mike applied more pressure to my hole. Again, he had been leaking copious amounts of precum and was well lubed. He spread it around on my pucker with the tip of his cock. I relaxed my sphincter as much as I could to let him get inside, painful at first but he went nice and slow. Once his head was in, he paused to let me get used to him. This was only my second time and he was a little bit bigger around than Nick. I was glad Nick was first. Once I felt the pain subsiding I pushed back on him to signal I was ready for more. He slowly slid his entire length in and held it there. "Oh my gawd, you are so fucking tight. Not like any pussy I've ever fucked." "I know right, isn't he the best ass you've ever fucked?" Nick asked. "The only ass I've ever had," Mike replied not realizing Nick was testing him. "So what about mine? I'm ready to do this too you know," Nick squirmed. I was so focused on Mike that I hadn't realized that my cock was pushing on Nick's ass. It was feeling much better than my first experience. "I don't know if I can do you justice trying to break you in while I'm getting it from Mike," I confessed. "Mike, damn it, hurry up and shoot!" Nick playfully encouraged his best friend. "Wait, I have a better idea," I pulled away from Mike and crawled out from between them. "He's your best friend, you do him instead of me. Remember the finger at the swimming hole when you promised it would be something bigger next time? This is the next time." Nick looked back over his shoulder at Mike and grinned, then looked at me. "Thanks, Randy, I've been waiting for this and I feel better knowing its Mike." Just like at the swimming hole, I sat back and stroked myself and watched two best friends having sex together. My ass felt stretched out so it was easy to imagine what Nick was feeling right now. Again, Mike took his time entering Nick, paused and then began a slow methodical action, in and out, as Nick moaned and occasionally grimaced when Mike went too hard on him Nick reached down and grabbed his own cock to stroke it. "No, Nick, don't get yourself off. You're going to fuck Mike when he is done with you." "Who died and left you boss?" Mike joked. I suppose it was gallows humor but I couldn't resist. "Hank didn't die but he left me the boss of this place, and that includes you two horny studs." Mike increased his movements and Nick reach his arms back to pull Mike in tight. "I'm close, Nick, do you want me to pull out or cum inside you?" "It's my first time so do me right and leave me full of your cum." That's all Mike needed to hear as he made one violent thrust and held himself deep in Nick's ass, depositing pulse after pulse of his seed. He lay still catching his breath while Nick pulled away, some cum dribbling out of him. "Okay, roll over, my turn," Nick declared. "Hey, let me at least catch my breath. What's your hurry?" "You don't need to breathe, just roll over, grit your teeth and hang on for the ride of your life," Nick commanded Mike. "Fuck, like Randy said, you really are the romantic type . . . not!" as he rolled over and pulled his cheeks apart for Nick. "Remember, I'm your best friend so don't make me decide to change my mind." "I've been fantasizing about this ever since we became friends. Every time I've seen your naked ass I wanted to just grab you and slam into you." "No slamming. Like Mike said, you're best friends so make it as nice for him as it was for you." I cautioned Nick. "I'll be gentle and I'll be nice but I'll also be quick as horny for this as I am." Nick kissed Mike on the neck and then lived up to his prediction. He was gentle. He took his time going in, giving Mike time to adjust to the girth of the invader, until he was all the way in. He kept asking Mike if he was okay, putting him at ease. And he was quick. He hasn't been fucking Mike for more than two minutes when he grabbed Mike's shoulders and his whole body shuddered. "Oh hell, Mike, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" "Tell me something I don't know," Mike snickered. Nick rolled away from Mike and the two of them compared notes on whom was tighter, who came more and who overall was a better fuck. Then they turned their attention to me. "Okay, so how do you want to get off, get stroked, sucked or fuck one of us?" Mike asked. "See the puddle of cum at my feet? Watching this live porn show in front of me I came while I was stroking and watching you two. I'm good for the night. Let's get some sleep." "Tomorrow we're going to have to write up a new list, a schedule of who does what to who and when. Have to divide up the sex equally," Nick suggested. Mike slapped him on his ass. "We can do whatever we want to whoever we want whenever we want, if we want." "That's a lot of wanting, don't you think?" I asked. "Damn straight it is, I'm wanting a lot of sex with both of you," Mike grinned. We were out cold until Hank's phone rang at 7:00 the next morning. It was the hospital calling. Panic set in. "Is this Randy/" the nurse asked. "Yes it is, is everything alright? How is Hank doing?" "He's fine. I hope I didn't startle you calling this early. Hank is being transferred this morning and will have the stent put in this afternoon. All his vital signs are good, he's cranky but the doctor doesn't foresee any problems." "Oh, thank goodness. Can we go see him tonight?" "I'd call first, but I don't see why not. I know Hank will ask me, how are you making out so far." "We're using Hank's lists and systems just the way he laid them out. Every thing is still running smoothly. Tell him thanks for being such an efficient manager." We hustled all day so we could get done early. Thankfully Mr Simpson agreed to watch the office until closing and then keep an eye on things until we got back. I called the hospital and asked about Hanks condition. 'Grumpy' came the one word reply. We knew then he was doing fine. We went up to his room when we got there and circled his bed. "I don't know what you all have going for you but this is the first time I've seen him smile since he came in this morning," his nurse reported. 'Thanks for coming, I really appreciate the company. Everything okay at the camp?" "Running like a well oiled machine, thanks to you." "Then I guess you guys don't need me around anymore. Maybe it's time for me to retire," as he looked around to each one of us, one at a time. Getting no immediate reaction, "So you're that quick to get rid of me?" he smiled. "No, we just know there is no way you're going to retire, not for many years to come. Poking around I found your stash of dandelion wine. It will take you at least ten years to drink all that." I called him out. "It has been a couple of really good years for the dandelions," Hank belly laughed. We chatted and then left to get back to camp. All the way home Nick and Mike were discussing if or rather, when Hank retires what will become of the campground. They suggested I buy it and they would stay on and worked there. "Think of the fun we could have. And the non-stop sex," Mike thought out loud. "That would be fun but there is now way I could ever afford to buy the place. It's worth a hell of a lot of money. We'll just have to hope he stays on a long time." Hank was released the following week. I went to pick him up and got the instructions from the doctor for his rehab. Then to the drugstore for his meds. "See what I mean, Randy. Rehab, meds, no heavy lifting. I'm getting too old to run the camp any more. It's time for me to retire." "You can't go from working seven days a week to retirement. The shock will kill you or drive you insane." "I could always move out to Colorado and move in with my daughter and her two kids. That would keep me busy." "Maybe. But don't make any rash decisions until you've had a chance to get back home and be back in camp where you belong." We rode the rest of the way in silence, both of us bearing the weight of his conversation. The whole camp had turned out to meet us at the front gate and then marched in precession to the office. A reception line formed with everyone shaking Hank's hand and welcoming him home. By the time he got to the office door, he had started to tear up. I never thought I see the day Hank Cooper had a tear in his eyes. I'd seen him injure himself and just cuss and keep on working when a lesser man would have fallen to the ground in a sniveling pile of pain. But not Hank. Mike and Nick and I made sure he was settled in and told him to sleep in tomorrow. He was still on sick leave and we were on duty. He smiled and wished us good night. The rest of the week Hank would be seen wandering around camp, stopping every now and then, staying in one spot and just looking off in to the distance. He didn't interact with any of the campers other than a cordial hello as he passed them. He was definitely in a melancholy mood. I called his doctor to discuss it with him and he said it was natural for a man of his age to go through this after having a hear attack. We had to make sure he was taking his meds and if he didn't snap out of his depression in a few weeks to call him again. We invited Hank to come and eat his meals with us but he preferred to eat by himself. We offered to come and eat with him but he wouldn't hear of it. Nick's family came home at the end of the week. They were jubilant that Hank was back. Their trip had been a huge success, business wise. Instead of merging his company with the one of the West Coast, they ending up buying Fred's business outright, to the tune of $20 million dollars. He had accomplished his goal of early retirement and now could spend time with his family. On Saturday, Hank packed a lunch and his fishing gear in the canoe. He was going up to the swimming hole and would be back before sunset. We desperately wanted one of us to go with him but he insisted he was going alone. He paddled back to the shore just as the sun was setting over the tops of the pine trees. He silently put his gear away and went in to go to bed. In the morning he called the three of us into the office. "I've had a week to reflect on my life. I have no regrets. My wife and I had a wonderful life together and raised a beautiful daughter. I've loved this campground more than life itself but now it's time for me to move on. I decided to sell and go west. I'm going to call my lawyer in the tomorrow and have him start a search for a new owner. Unless of course, one of you would like to buy it," he said looking straight at me. "You don't know how much I'd love to be here and enjoy the same life that you have but there is no way I could afford to buy this place. It must be worth millions," I deflected his look. "That's the first step, no matter who buys it, is to have it professionally appraised. Then we'll go from there to see what the market is like." He gave each one of us a long tight hug. "I want to thank all of you for what you done here to help me and stand by my side. Especially you, Randy. The campers and I were all taking bets as to how quickly you'd pack your tent and head out of Dodge. I predicted one night and you'd be gone in the morning. But you stuck it out." "Stuck it out, hell. I love this place. After the firs day here there was no way I was leaving." We walked out of his office sullen and silent. I knew the end would come someday, considering Hank's age, but I wasn't ready for it to be now. Nick and Mike weren't sure if a new owner would hire them and even if they did they wouldn't have the freedom they had with Hank. They'd probably go in different directions once Nick's family left the camp and Mike wasn't working here any longer. All our lives were in for some major changes, and not in a good way. Like I said before I found this place, life sucks, and not in a good way! The following week the lawyer came out to talk with Hank. Then the appraisers came around. It felt like they were picking the bones of a dead body. We all avoided them as much as we could. It was really happening but happening way too fast. We thought it would take months for all the details to be taken care of but Hank went ahead with this in his usual efficient manner. The three of us had started gathering together for supper each day. Today, Nick was late. He came running to my tent, all exited and all smiles. "You guys will never guess what?" he shouted. "If we'll never guess then tell us, dipshit," Mike lashed out. "You know my father sold his business for a heap of money, right?" "Yeah, lucky him," Mike was still snapping at Nick. "He just told me that he is sorry he spent so much time working and missed being with me while I was growing up. He wants to make it up to me by sharing some of the money with me. All our problems are solved!" he jumped up and down. "What the hell do you mean, OUR problems are solved?" Mike snarled. "My dad checked the listing for the campground. Hank is asking $1.25 million for the whole place. My dad is going to give me $2 million to buy the campground and have enough for working capital for the first few years. He'll manage it until I graduate and then I take it over." "Seriously? Or have you been sniffing your smelly socks again," Mike asked unsure if this news was on the level. "Seriously. Then I'll be the head man and tell you what to do, Randy," Nick laughed. Just then Nick's father came walking over to my tent. "I can tell by your faces that Nick has already told you the news. I suppose I'm trying to clear my conscience for missing so much of Nick's childhood but I want to do what I can to help out now. I know this place means so much to all of you. And Randy, you never hesitated to step up and help when it was needed even though you had no ski in the game. Now I can, so now I'm going to. "Have you told Hank yet?" I asked. "Of course, I discussed this with him first to make sure he was on board. He said he wanted a deed restriction on the sale so that the property could never be developed into houses or anything other than a campground. I readily agreed to that so we made a handshake agreement." We ate supper in silence but exchanging smiles and just shaking our heads trying to come to terms with our good fortune. Mike was back sleeping in his bed and Nick with his family. I was in my bed alone, like Hank, reflecting on my life recently. I had discovered my feeling for Mike and Nick, gay feelings. I had grown to love the outdoors and the nature all around me here. I had left my old life behind me and never been happier. And most important, I had made a true friend in Hank. Sure the boys would still be here and we'd still be having sex on a regular basis I imagine but their young. There is no telling where they will be in a few years. Still screwing around with a middle aged man, dating girls and looking to get married, getting serious about each other? A lot of uncertainty. The next morning I found Hank sitting in his chair in the office. "Hey, old timer, that's my chair," I joked with him. "Not for long. Soon it will be Nick's chair. Although maybe he'll let you sit in from time to time," he threw it back at me. "So you're actually going to sell and move to Colorado?" "Yup, not sure if it's the right decision but I've made it so now I have to live with it. I'll miss everything here, the camp, the routine, the campers and their children, the memories. But most of all, I'll miss you Randy. I've grown quite fond of you. You're like the son I never had." He got up and hugged me, hanging on for an eternity. When he pulled back he had tears in his eyes again. "Are you going to move in with your daughter or get your own place?" I asked "I wouldn't want to impose on them. I'm going to find a small place on the outskirts of town, out near nature so I won't be claustrophobic. It might be lonely at first but I'll get used to it." "You better make it a two bedroom house. I'm going to pack my tent up right now." He looked puzzled for a moment and then his face lit up. "Are you saying what I think you're saying? You'd move out there with me?" "I'm not letting you go it alone. We're a team, a damn good one, don't you think?" Hank slapped his leg and grinned. "Well, hot damn, this is a pretty good day after all." Epilogue Nick's dad bought the campground and ran it until Nick and Mike graduated high school. They enlarged the small apartment that Hank had on the back of the office and moved in together, quietly coming out to their family and closest friends, which wasn't much of a surprise. They used some of the money from Nick's dad to make some improvements to the camp and bring it into the modern era without losing its rustic charm. As the older campers stopped coming due to age the boys invited some of their gay friends to come and camp. It started a trend and soon they had the only exclusively gay campground within 500 miles. Without Hank and his overdeveloped endowment they even had several nude camping weeks which were always booked completely. As much as they had grown and expanded the facilities, still no one was allowed to go upstream to the swimming hole. That was our special place even thought I wasn't with them anymore. Hank enjoyed spending time with his daughter and his grandchildren. He and I got to know one another much, much better. I always admired his physique and got enjoy it up close and personal, discovering the attraction that Nick and Mike had to older men. As I suggested he had bought a two-bedroom house at the base of the mountains outside of town. The second bedroom soon became a guestroom. Damn, life is good. If you've enjoyed my story, you can find some of my other stories on Nifty by doing an Author search on my name and viewing my 14 stories posted to date. As always, I hope you enjoy my work and feel free to write with comments or suggestions. Jonathan